Biography of Khubaib Mujtaba
My name is not important, but who I am is
important.I come from the darkest place of
world. The only place where blood and water
equally flow in streams and rivers.
Though known as paradise on earth but inside
it is full of satanism. Crooks moving everywhere.
The only place where talents are not given
chance to prove themselves. Ours is a place to
weep for, because the ministers of our country
are like dumb, deaf cows and bulls. They dont know
the naught of knowledge. Rationally and truely
speaking ours country is forbidden to interact
with light i.e knowledge.
My name already given on the home page.
Presently I have completed my matriculation.
I am somewhat of introvert nature. I love to
stare and think about the creation of creator.
My best friend is nature.
My hobby is to write about the
circumstances and situations we are living in.
I dont want to become famous or popular or any
celebrity but my motive is to raise the status
of children like me. I have come out of deadly
circumstances. Now I have only one sentence to
say i.e KNOW ME YOU WILL KNOW THE WHOLE WORLD OF
Khubaib Mujtaba Poems
Flowing of water in a river Dancing of fishes on pearls All are the signs of natural beauty Transparent nodule comming from sky
O My Life
See how much far you are from me Yet i'm able to remember you
After lot of boring period, comes a season;
The day is no more far, I bid goodbye to every one:
Born in the woods Wild life everywhere
Let them enjoy Did it to me
Last Day Of My Schooling
Waiting for the day from my childhood Free myself from various insults and scolds;
When I remember you Your smile flashes my mind
Cradle A Grave
Have a look on the river A sudden spike will attack your liver;
Suddenly it arrived Don't know when and how
Terror terror everywhere Streets and roads full of blood;
I feel sorry for my attitude I couldn't control my nerves
You And Me
Had you ever been mine I would always be crying
In the dark of light There i lie Waiting for the bell to ring Moving my head here and there
In the dark of light
There i lie
Waiting for the bell to ring
Moving my head here and there
For a good person
But alas! all in vain
Only some blockheads i see
Who keep buzzing all day
Waiting for an opportunity